Poem of the Month: January

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”
— William Wordsworth
“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”
— William Wordsworth

 

Sometimes simple metaphors work the best. Emily Dickinson has long been a favorite poet of mine. As someone who holds onto to hope, this poem of hers has always spoken to me—I understand that hope is so light yet takes root in your soul, never really leaving. And hope is a good thing to have as we enter into a new year. Happy New Year! May 2018 bring you hope, love, and joy.

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)

By Emily Dickinson

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –

And sings the tune without the words –

And never stops – at all –

 

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –

And sore must be the storm –

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm –

 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –

And on the strangest Sea –

Yet – never – in Extremity,

It asked a crumb – of me.

 

 

(Image by Paul Talbot found here.)

 

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